If everything I do is meaningless,
should I strive to wake up
if what I truly desire
is to stay asleep?
Should I go for a run this morning
and make myself a cup of coffee?
Wear a tie and shoes
with a leather belt?
How much control do I have over gravity?
How much do my eyes see reality?
What's the point of fighting if I know the battle
will never be won?
What's the point of saying I love you
if the feeling will fade away,
what's the point of hugging you
if your body is made of sand?
What's the point of writing this,
what's the point of loving a text.
Pre-adolescent nihilism,
persistent cinism.
Pics are mine :)
![Me after reading Salinger at 17-[c] #spiritwars2024 #stormyshapes
[c] If everything I do is meaningless,
[c] should I str](https://image.staticox.com/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fpm1.aminoapps.vertvonline.info%2F9090%2F268cf3a5ef9f6a2159b99e64e32e88d723589b53r1-1536-2048v2_hq.jpg)
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